Who watches the watchers - part ten

[JackJonesHull]

His breath caught, yet again, in his throat. The purr was heavily laden with promises he dared not imagine. But imagine he did and, inevitably, the effect was instantaneous. But even those images within his mind was put into shadow by this reality.

She felt him harden still further. The firm pressure against her thigh insistant in it's gentle drumming as he lay beneath her. The suggestion of how it may feel to take it deeply set fires within her belly. She ***ly moved her hips a fraction sideways and felt the tip of him nuzzle against her. It was her turn to struggle to breathe and only by concentration did she not drench him and herself in excitement.

"What are we negotiating?" He found himself gasping in desperation. "What do you want?" His eyes closed tight as he, also, attempted to maintain some control over his body.

"We are discussing something no one else must ever know. If you can promise that what happens is ours and ours alone then I shall promise the same!" She moved to look down at him. "Open your eyes so I can see your truth!"

He looked into her eyes and nodded. "I promise that this remains only ours!" He agreed.

She accepted what she saw in him. The dagger suddenly back in her grip, the tip to her own left index finger as she drew a drop of ***. A cross quickly drawn over his chest. He immediately offered his own left index finger and felt the burn of the dagger point permeate his skin. He mirrored the cross across her upper chest.

Staring deep into his eyes she thudded the dagger point hard into the table top by his ear and echoed the action by driving herself down onto him. His eyes went wide as he was enveloped by her. Her mouth opened wider to allow air out as she took him as hard as she could. Her wetness not fully easing him in but the feeling of his cock buried inside electrified her whole being.

He saw her eyes widen and mouth open as she slid onto his waiting erect cock. He felt every sensation as her lips, previously nuzzling him, separated around him and drove down around him. The intense heat of her moving around him. The head of his penis rubbing within her.

It was too much, too quick, too unbelievably intense. He tried with all his will to stop but he felt himself jerking as cum exploded from him. Then again. And again. His fingers gripping her hips, nails digging in as he tried to *** himself further into her, equal in part embarrassed for filling her and ecstatic for her.

The jolt of him inside her shocked her but she welcomed it. The sudden burn of him triggered her and she matched him as she also exploded. The shaking she felt possessed her. Sat fully upright, head thrown back, her orgasm took everything and returned it a thousand fold.

Their bodies shook and shuddered. The moment froze and flickered. Went on and stopped. The instant was everything.

She looked down at him.

"Oh Mister Voyeur, we don't get off that easily!"



To be continued (if so desired).

[Pr****]

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